I was bored, and my boyfriend was at work. He gets off in about two hours, but I don't want to wait that long because I'm... I'm horny. I know I shouldn't be, but I am.

"Ugh, Emile! Why can't you just get off early?!" I tell, sprawling out on the couch. "Surprisingly, I did." I hear him say behind me. I sit up quickly and put my hands in my lap, sitting criss-crossed.

"Emile!" I say, genuinely happy to see him. He cocks his head slightly and looks at me with a confused smile. "Something wrong, Love?" I don't move my hands, because I'm hesitant to tell him that I wanted him to screw me so bad right now.

He seems to pick up that something's off, though, because he sits down at the chair to my left. "Remy, love, what's the matter?" he asks softly. I whine at him, which makes him raise his eyebrows. "I... Nothing..." I lie.

"Really? Because that noise didn't sound like 'nothing'." he says with a serious face. "It's... It'll go away soon, I'm sure." I tell him. He turns his head in question and asks, "What will?"

"Uh... This feeling..." I admit. "Explain." he says.

"It's not emotional, it's a physical feeling..." I tell him. "Are you feeling sick?" he asks. I shake my head and he comes to sit in front of me on the ground. I tense up to keep my arms where they were, and Emile takes notice.

"You're tense." he states. "O-oh, am I? Ahahaha..." I say awkwardly. Emile frowns at me; it's his look that says, 'Stop stalling and talk to me'. I sigh as I think of an easy way to say this. We haven't ever had sex before because we were waiting for the right moment.

Remy is acting very strangely, and it's starting to concern me. He sighs and hesitates for a long time, moving his arms in a way that tells me that, whatever this is, it's hard for him to say.

"Emile... I... No, I can't..." he says, taking off his sunglasses and pinching his nose. He sets his sunglasses down on the counter beside him.

"Remy, whatever it is, I want you to talk to me." I say, putting my hand on his thigh. He jumps at this, but then tries to stay still. Odd.

"I... I know you wanted to wait... But..." he trails off. "But...?" I egg on. "I-.... I'm really, really... In need of attention right now..." he tells me.

"What do you mean?" I ask him. He sighs and says, "Emile, I'm... I wanna be touched. I want you to touch me in the ways you haven't before." he says.

I realize now what Remy was trying to say: he wanted to have sex.

"Are you sure?" I ask him. He nods, and I grab his hands. "All you had to do was ask, Love." I say before pulling him down to kiss me. I stand up and pull him with me, and we break the kiss. "I was afraid to ask..." he admits.

"Don't be. It's natural human behavior; it was bound to happen one day." I tell him. He smiles and we head up to our shared bedroom. We get there and I close the door behind us, immediately turning around to kiss Remy.

I lightly bite his bottom lip asking to deepen the kiss, and he slowly obliges. Remy learns quickly; his tongue roamed my mouth, mimicking what I had showed him.

I slip my hands up his shirt so I could have more access to him. I gently run my hands all over his body, making him moan slightly into the kiss. I break the kiss to take his jacket and shirt off while he starts undoing my necktie and vest.

I lead him to the bed and lay him down beneath me. I put one of my legs between his, my knee rubbing up against his erection.

"Mnh~, Emile~!" Remy says, tilting his head back. I smile and start kissing his neck, leaving hickeys in some places. As I do this, I start undoing his pants and taking them off along with his undergarments.

This feels better than I ever thought it would, and he hasn't even gotten to the 'fun' part yet.

"Emile, please~!" I say, the feeling becoming unbearable. "What do you want, Love?" I moan and say, "P-please t-touch me...!" He smiles lovingly at me and says, "Alright."

He shifts his body so that he could have better access to my member, wrapping his hand around it and slowly going up and down.

He does this for a while as he kisses my sweet spot, and I take off the shirt he was still wearing. He smiles before letting go of me, taking off the rest of his clothes.

He summons some lube and puts some on his fingers. Huh, I forgot we could summon whatever we wanted in the mindscape.

He kisses me as he pushes one of his fingers inside me, making me moan into the kiss. He pulls away from me and asks, "Are you alright?" I open one of my eyes and say, "Y-yeah, I'm okay." he smiles and adds his second finger.

"Mnh~, Emile~! I-i love you~!" I say as my hands grip the sheets of the mattress.

"Heh, I love you too, Remy." he says before adding a third. After a while, he pulls his fingers out of me, and I subconsciously while at the loss. "Don't worry, Love; we're not done yet." Emile says.

He puts some lube on his member and looks at me for approval. I nod and he slowly pushes inside of me. I groan, both from the mild discomfort, but also from the slight (and growing) pleasure that came with it.

"O-okay, you can... You can m-move..." I tell him. He does so; starting at a slow pace, slowly getting faster as we continued. I'd never felt this good in my life, and I loved everything Emile was doing to me. I loved him.

Soon enough, we both reach our limits. "E-emile..." I say. He nods, and we came at the same time. He pulls out and cleans up the mess. Afterwards, he lays down beside me, and I pull things close.

"You seem happy. That's good." he says. "Yeah, I am happy. I love you so much, Emile." I tell him.

"I love you too, Remy."